I finally got to go home this weekend! After being away for 6 weeks, I was more than ready to spend a countless amount of hours snuggled up in my BIG bed. There were so many people to see, so many restaurants to eat at, and so many places to go. I knew this break would result in one of two things: changing my flight to an earlier time to get myself back at school or refusing to leave the comfort of my clean home and skipping a few days of classes this week.
First and foremost, I was home to keep up with my beauty routines. After 6 weeks of growing my eyebrows out and getting shitty pedicures, my first concern was fixing this. Going back to school with nice eyebrows, a fresh manicure and pedicure, and newly highlighted hair will uplift my spirits until it all goes downhill again in a few short weeks.
My family was so nice to me I can’t remember the last time they enjoyed my presence so much. Seriously, the last time my grandma was this nice to me might’ve been when I got dumped my junior year of HS and she felt bad for me. I stopped by my former high school (shout-out QO) to embarrass my little brother and roam around my old stomping grounds. I ate at my favorite restaurant every chance I got (#cavatobloomington) and even specially stopped at the Chipotle in my neighborhood - because nothing compares to your hometown Chipotle.
Considering I live in a town that is surrounded by cornfields about 15 minutes in every direction, I spent an entire day at my local mall. My mom just asked me how much money I cost her while being home.. Didn’t wanna answer that. Sorry not sorry.
And of course, I visited a friend at an in-state university. You don’t realize how much you love your own school until you go somewhere else and automatically classify it as boring - mainly because it’s not YOUR school. It was weird waking up in dorm without interruption from my friends down the hall. I needed to get back to IU.
It was all exciting and refreshing until I got a weird feeling that this isn’t my home anymore. I was living out of a suitcase in my own house. All of my stuff wasn’t at my reach - it was all back in Bloomington. My bestfriends and I were so happy to be together but we discussed our lives at school. We all have our own friends, our own lives, and our own new homes.
